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 Finland and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.