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 Andorra and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.