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 Serbia and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 E-Dancer 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.