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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
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 mellotron 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 The Offenders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.