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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 David McCallum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.