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 Bhutan and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Gap Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.