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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 oboe 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 Pulsallama to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.