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 Paraguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Guru Guru to the punk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.