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 Japan and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.