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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Barracudas to the jazz 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.