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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Scientists to the rap 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
New Order,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Pole,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.