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 Iraq and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 AZ to the punk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.