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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 David Bowie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.