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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.