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 Swaziland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.