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 Belgium and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.