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 Benin and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the grime 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.