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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Black Sheep to the rap 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.