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 Togo and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
the Association,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.