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 China and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.