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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxette 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.