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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza 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 crunk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.