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 Austria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Ralphi Rosario 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Scion,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.