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 Vanuatu 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.