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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Massinfluence to the grunge 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers 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?
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.