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 Cuba and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Amon Düül to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.