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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Quando Quango to the jazz 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
CMW,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.