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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 ABC to the crunk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '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 The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Litter,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.