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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
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 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.