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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.