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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Graham Central Station to the rock 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.