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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Doors to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.