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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.