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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Henry Cow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.