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 Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.