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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.