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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.