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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.