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 Italy and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.