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 Canada and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Kayak,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.