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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 L. Decosne to the punk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.