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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.