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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
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 spring reverb 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 PIL to the rock 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.