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 Greece and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Unwound to the grunge 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Can,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.