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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Rod Modell to the grunge 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
K-Klass,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.