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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Model 500 to the techno 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Organ,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
Niagra,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.