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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz 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?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.