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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
John Holt,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.