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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.