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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 a-ha 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.