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 Belarus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.