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 Albania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 June Days to the electroclash 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.