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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Wings to the rock 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.