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 Iceland and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 The Moleskins to the dance 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
June Days,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
Echospace,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.