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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Litter to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.