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 Turkey and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.