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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.