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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.