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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
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 Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Young Rascals to the techno 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Magazine,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.