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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.