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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Music Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Magazine,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.