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 Indonesia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.