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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.