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 Japan and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
Index,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.