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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.