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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Q65,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.