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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.