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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.