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 Portugal and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.