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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angels of Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
ABC,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.