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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Yazoo to the electroclash 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.