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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Bush Tetras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.