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 Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.