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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 mellotron 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.