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 Guatemala and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
The Move,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Television,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.