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 Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.