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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.