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 Antigua 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
CMW,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.