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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 mellotron 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 Ten City to the electroclash 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.