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 Qatar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.