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 Austria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.