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 Brunei and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Association to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
MDC,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Television,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.