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 Serbia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 The Golliwogs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.