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 Greece and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.