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 Latvia and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Rotary Connection to the rap 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Rekid,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.