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 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Average White Band to the funk 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.