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 Italy and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Popol Vuh to the punk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.