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 Micronesia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.