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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.