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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Doors to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Brick,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.