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 Thailand and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fuzztones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
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.