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 Micronesia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Fluxion to the techno 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Organ,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.