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 Portugal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.