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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fatback Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.