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 Romania and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound to the punk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.