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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Fania All-Stars to the disco 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.