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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Infiniti to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Technova,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.