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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.