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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.