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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.