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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Magma,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.