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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.