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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pylon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Q65,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.