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 Uganda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camberwell Now to the punk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Japan,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.