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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Lungfish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.