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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
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 theremin 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 Lou Reed to the grime 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
Japan,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.