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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.