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 Ukraine and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.