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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.