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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.