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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.