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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Deadbeat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.