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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 OOIOO to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.