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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
UT,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.