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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.