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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Section 25 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.