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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ken Boothe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Monks,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.