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 Spain and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.