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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Ossler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
UT,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.