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 Cyprus and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.