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 Taiwan 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Searchers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Echospace,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.