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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 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 The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.