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 Denmark and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Index,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.