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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
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 oboe 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.