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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Loose Ends to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.