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 Poland and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 H. Thieme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
New Order,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.