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 Samoa and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The American Breed to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Icehouse,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Wire,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.