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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 The Durutti Column to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
The Motions,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.