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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
X-101,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.