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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Accadde A to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.