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 Poland and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Half Japanese to the rock 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Marmalade,
10cc,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.