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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Franke,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Yaz,
Magma,
CMW,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.