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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 The Angels of Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.