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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Neil Young to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.