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 Taiwan and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Scan 7,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.