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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Surgeon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
Man Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.