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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.