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 Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Graham Central Station 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
The Move,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.