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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Negative Approach 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.