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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.