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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Technova,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.