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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
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.