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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.