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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
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 spring reverb 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 Parry Music to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Sparks,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.