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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Supertramp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.