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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
The Saints,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.