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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Ultravox to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.