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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.