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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Television,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.