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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Maurizio to the rock 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.