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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.