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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Japan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.