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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Metal Thangz 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.