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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Neu! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.