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 Canada and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mandrill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.