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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.