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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 10cc to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.