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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Patti Smith to the dance 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.