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 Serbia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Crime,
The Victims,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.