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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Archie Shepp to the techno 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.