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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Pagans 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.