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 Hungary and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Franke,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.