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 Burundi and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.