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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Easy Going to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.