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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mr. Review to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.