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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Blues Magoos to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.