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 Ecuador and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.