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 Turkmenistan 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.