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 Israel 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Amon Düül to the punk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
cv313,
Neu!,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.