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 Lesotho 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Rod Modell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.