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 Italy and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.