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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.