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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Guru Guru to the jazz 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.