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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Count Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.