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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Half Japanese to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy 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?
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
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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.