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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Youth Brigade to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.