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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.