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 Algeria and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.