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 Namibia and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Associates to the rock 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Das Ding,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.