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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Zapp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.