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 Palau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sexual Harrassment 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.