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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
Monks,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.