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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
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 Zapp to the punk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Niagra,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.