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 Latvia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.