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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.