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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Marmalade,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.