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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dead Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.