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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 New Order to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.