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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
Hashim,
a-ha,
Pagans,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.