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 Australia and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 B.T. Express to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.