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 Korea South and from Milan.
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 Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Deadbeat to the grime 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Liliput,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Nico,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Television,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.