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 Laos and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 In Retrospect to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Magazine,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.