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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Black Moon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.