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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.