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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.