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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 The Pretty Things to the disco 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.