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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.