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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 David McCallum to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.