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 Malta and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.