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 Laos and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sight & Sound 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.