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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 guitar 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.