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 Rwanda 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 synthesizer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.