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 Burkina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
June of 44,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.