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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 The Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Faust,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
Scion,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
Brick,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.