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 Mali 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
June Days,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.