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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.