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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Aswad to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.