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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.