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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.