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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 cv313 to the dance 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.