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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joyce Sims 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
Television,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Scion,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.