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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.