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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moebius to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Can,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.