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 Colombia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Godley & Creme to the rock 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.