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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.