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 Poland and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.