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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 Toronto and London.
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 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 The Count Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Slave,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.