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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Moss Icon to the punk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
the Human League,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.