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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
a-ha,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.