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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sly & The Family Stone 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.