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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Mars,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.