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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the dance 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
The Slits,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.