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 United States and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.