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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Shoche to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.