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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Half Japanese to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Gong,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.