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 Tonga and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.