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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.