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 Chile and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.