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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 OOIOO to the disco 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
DNA,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.