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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Crime,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.