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 Benin 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Tommy Roe to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
ABC,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.