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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Guru Guru to the disco 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Gong,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.