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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
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 organ 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 David McCallum to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.