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 Seychelles and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Goldenarms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.