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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Slave,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Can,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.