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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.