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 United States and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
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 güiro 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 cv313 to the dance 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.