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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Matthew Halsall to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.