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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Peter and Kerry 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Lalann,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.