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 San Marino and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 June of 44 to the dance 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Japan,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.