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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.