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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.