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 Liberia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.