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 Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.