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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.