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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Smoke to the disco 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.