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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.