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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Standells to the jazz 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.