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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Niagra to the grunge 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.