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 Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cheater Slicks 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.