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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.