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 Zambia and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gap Band to the disco 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls 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?
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.