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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 EPMD to the funk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.