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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Sandy B to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
Television,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.