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 United States and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 E-Dancer to the disco 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.