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 Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Althea and Donna to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.