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 Pakistan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 UT to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Brick,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
Pole,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.