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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grass Roots to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.