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 Ireland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.