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 Singapore and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.