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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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?
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
UT,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.