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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Eli Mardock to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
cv313,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.