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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Yazoo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.