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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Little Man to the disco 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Gong,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.