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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Masters at Work to the punk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Aswad,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.