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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trojans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.