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 Latvia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.