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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Bluetip to the grunge 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.