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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Marine Girls to the jazz 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.