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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.