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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.