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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.