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 Portugal and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cybotron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
The Move,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.