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 Laos 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Jeff Lynne 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.