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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
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 oboe 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 Funkadelic to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.