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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.