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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Organ to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Skriet,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.