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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.