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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
This Heat,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.