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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
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 snare 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 Morten Harket to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.