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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.