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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
DNA,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.