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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
June of 44,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.