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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 E-Dancer to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.