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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.