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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Metal Thangz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.