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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Angels of Light to the rock 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.