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 Malaysia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Brick,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.