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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Howard Jones to the grunge 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.