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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Cluster to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.