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 Gambia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crime to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.