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 Kuwait and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Wings,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.