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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 The Moody Blues 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.