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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alison Limerick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.