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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Jacques Brel to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.