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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
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 synthesizer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.