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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pere Ubu to the funk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Technova,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Pylon,
New Order,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.