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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.