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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 World's Most to the dance 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.