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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Inner City to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.