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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Japan,
The Move,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
The Martian,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.