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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.