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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.