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 Tonga and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 X-101 to the rock 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha 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?
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.