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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.