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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young to the funk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.