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 Ukraine 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Q65,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.