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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
Can,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.