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 Hungary and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.