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 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.