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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Television,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.