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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Flesh Eaters to the punk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.