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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 In Retrospect to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.