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 China 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 In Retrospect to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Swans,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.