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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Doors to the rock 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.