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 Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Blake Baxter to the punk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.