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 Gabon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Josef K,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.