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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
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 Houston and Columbus.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
JFA,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.