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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Yazoo 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.