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 India and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.