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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
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 güiro 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 Crooked Eye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
Monks,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.