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 Cuba and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
Q65,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.