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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Pulsallama to the techno 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.