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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Swans,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.