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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Happenings to the dance 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.