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 Bolivia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.