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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Quando Quango to the grime 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.