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 Kenya and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.