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 Senegal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
cv313,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.