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 Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 The New Christs to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.