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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
Jandek,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.