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 Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Pylon to the rock 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.