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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Camouflage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson 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?
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.