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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 CMW to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
The Index,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.