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 Mongolia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.