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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
Television,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.