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 Belgium and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Roxette to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.