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 Uruguay and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Model 500 to the crunk 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.