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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.