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 Mauritius and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Josef K,
The Move,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.