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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.