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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
Television,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.