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 Somalia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 The Count Five to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
World's Most,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
ABBA,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.