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 Oman and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Maurizio,
June Days,
The New Christs,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.