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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wake to the rap 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.