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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Gong to the punk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.