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 Brazil and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.