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 Qatar and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.