Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cuba and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The American Breed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Index,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.