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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Maurizio to the dance 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.