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 Libya and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Sun Ra to the punk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
Make Up,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.