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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 E-Dancer to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Television,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.