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 India and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Star Department to the rock 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.