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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lightning Bolt 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
UT,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.