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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Count Five to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.