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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 La Düsseldorf 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.