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 Moldova 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Moleskins to the jazz 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.