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 Lithuania 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Audionom to the punk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.