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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mars,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.