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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
MC5,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.