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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 The Doors to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.