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 Somalia and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Marmalade to the punk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.