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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.