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 Burkina and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
The Slits,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.