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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
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.