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 Mali and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Television,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.