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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Interpol 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
Erasure,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.