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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.