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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skriet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.