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 United States and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei 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 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 Scott Walker to the rap 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Monolake,
AZ,
The Names,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.