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 Vietnam and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Invisible to the funk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.