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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.