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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt to the jazz 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.