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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mummies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
The Evens,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.