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 Libya and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Neil Young to the funk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
UT,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.