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 Yemen 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül II to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.