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 Romania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Average White Band to the rock 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
The Index,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.