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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.