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 Syria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Nico,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
UT,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.