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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.