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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
the Association,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.