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 Australia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.