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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Deakin to the rock 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.