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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Cameo to the rap 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.