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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June Days to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Flipper,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.