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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
AZ,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.