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 Finland and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.