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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Standells,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.