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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.