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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Liliput to the crunk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
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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.