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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Jesus and Mary Chain 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.