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 France and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.