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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Litter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.