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 Tajikistan 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
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 chamberlin 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Franke,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
the Normal,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.