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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Moebius to the punk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.