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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
MC5,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Television,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.