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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Zero Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.