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 Uganda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.