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 Ecuador and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.