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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ituana to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
Make Up,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Index,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.