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 Ireland and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.