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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flesh Eaters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.