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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the rock 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Whodini,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.