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 States and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.