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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.