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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Mummies to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.