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 Sweden and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacques Brel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.