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 China and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.