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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.