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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tommy Roe to the punk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.