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 St Lucia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 The New Christs to the punk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.