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 Honduras and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eddi Front to the crunk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.