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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moody Blues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.