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 Cameroon and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.