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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mark Hollis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.