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 Poland and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Rapeman to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Wire,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.