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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Q65,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.