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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the grime 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.