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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.