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 Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
AZ,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.