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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Yazoo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.