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 Lesotho and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Electric Light Orchestra 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.