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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.