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 India and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Tremeloes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.