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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.