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 Kuwait and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Von Mondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.