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 Kiribati and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.