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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
UT,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.