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 Korea South and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Busters 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
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.