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 Kuwait and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
Gong,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.