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 Panama and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Litter to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.