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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.