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 Malaysia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.