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 Paraguay and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.