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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.