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 Chad and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.