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 Libya and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Arab on Radar to the grime 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick 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?
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.