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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Liliput to the funk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
DJ Style,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.