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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.