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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.