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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Easy Going to the electroclash 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.