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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.