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 Brazil and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Bill Near to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.