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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
Gong,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
UT,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.