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 Bahrain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.