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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.