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 Palau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.