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 Burundi and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.