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 Barbados and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.