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 Zambia and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ultimate Spinach 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
The Toasters,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.