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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Scion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
MDC,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Ronan,
Q65,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Whodini,
MC5,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.