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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masters at Work 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
X-101,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.