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 Cameroon and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.