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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Slave,
Faust,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.