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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.