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 Palau 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Davy DMX to the techno 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.