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 Thailand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.