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 Jamaica and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.