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 Brunei and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Al Stewart to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Can,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.