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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.