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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Rekid,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
Crime,
Nas,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.