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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.