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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Fear to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Q65,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.