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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Talk Talk to the rock 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Index,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.