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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Names to the rock 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.