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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.