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 Denmark 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stetsasonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.