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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T. Rex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Wings,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.