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 Turkey and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Techniques to the funk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.