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 Palau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.