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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Average White Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
Japan,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.