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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.