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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sällskapet to the jazz 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.