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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.