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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.