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 Belarus and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABBA to the techno 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Skarface,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.