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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Blossom Toes to the techno 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
the Germs,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.