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 Australia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
ABC,
Outsiders,
Japan,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.