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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.