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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Rites of Spring to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.