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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
Japan,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.