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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Velvet Underground to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
The Sound,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.