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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Walker Brothers to the crunk 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force 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?
Organ,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.