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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.