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 Switzerland 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Whodini to the jazz 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Q65,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
The Residents,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Can,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.