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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.