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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 John Foxx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.