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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the techno 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.