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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Flash Fearless to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.