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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
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 güiro 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 Terry Callier to the grunge 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Mars,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.