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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.