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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Skaos to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.