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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Darondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.