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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Steve Hackett to the rock 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.