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 Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sandy B to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Q65,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.