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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Juan Atkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.