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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 H. Thieme to the crunk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Q65,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.