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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.