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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti to the dance 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.