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 Ukraine 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.