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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.