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 Barbados and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.