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 Nepal and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Black Pus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Section 25,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.