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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Tim Buckley to the techno 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Can,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.