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 Mongolia 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the disco 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Roxette,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.