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 Kosovo and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti 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?
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.