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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.