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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.