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 Chile and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Porter Ricks to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.