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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drexciya to the disco 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Visage,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.