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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
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 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 Wasted Youth 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Q65,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.