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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 John Holt to the disco 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters 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?
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.